And it is in the now,
before I succumb
to sorrow,
when the weight
of the world
waits patiently for
tomorrow,
and my past is nothing but
lost ripples in time,
and I can finally
put faith in the sublime
passing of the days,
with no nocturnal regrets,
and the full moon
will bequeath me
with a mind
that easily forgets.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
